Kendra Spark Novels by S. Peters-Davis
Give a warm welcome to S. Peters-Davis author of Kendra Spark Novels. Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about S. Peters-Davis and Kendra Sparks Novels Unorthodox, Malevolent, and Albatross.
All Hallows’ Eve Silent Night
By S. Peters-Davis
“I gotta make a quick trip to the restroom. Can I use the flashlight?” I asked, glancing at Rory as he tilted his head. “Oops.” We’d made a pact not to talk, experience the night of stargazing with each other in silence.
Rory handed me the flashlight. “Remember, no talking when you come out. Sasha?”
“Got it.” I nodded, grabbed the flashlight, and then rushed into the dimly lit park restroom. Rory and I had come to the Haggerset Lake Park for the last four years to stargaze on Halloween night, ever since we’d graduated high school. We loved our creep-night, the one night we dropped whatever we were doing and wherever we were to come back to each other on this one night.
A rustle outside, like something heavy falling on the ground, startled me. I hurried with my business and ran out to check on Rory. He stood waiting for me. I slid the light beam his way, and he smiled, pointing toward the ground.
I didn’t say a word at the blanket and cooler strewn over the dewy grass, assuming he’d tripped over something. We both picked up the stuff and headed down the hill away from the tree line to the beach by the lake. The perfect place to lay for an open view of the star-ridden sky.
We spread the blanket and sat. I dropped the flashlight on the blanket, and then pulled the wine and glasses from the cooler. Rory grabbed my hand so I looked at him. He shook his head. I set the bottle next to me, thinking we’d open it later.
He stretched out on the blanket and patted the spot next to him. The moon cast enough light to see his shadowed face and body. I bent down, knees on the blanket, and then flipped to my backside, sliding close to him. His hand found mine and our fingers intertwined.
A spike of electricity charged through me, like what always happened when Rory touched me. I missed him during the long months we’d attended separate colleges, and this would be our last semester apart.
His breath sucked in as he pointed upward. A falling star streaked across the sky.
I gasped, but remained silent as per our pact. An owl hooted in a tree on top of the hill. Crickets set a rhythm, adding to the croaking bull frogs all around us. I adored the sounds and smells of the night, just like Rory had admitted the first time we’d done this.
He squeezed my fingers, raised my hand to his warm moist lips, and kissed my palm. His tongue slithered up and down my wrist, making me giggle. Then his lips attached to my skin and he sucked. My whole insides melted and fluttered at the same time. I panted, wanting more.
His body flipped over mine, his moist lips kissing, nipping, and sucking over my neck. Every cell in my body responded, zinging sparks spiked through my veins. His tongue slathered my skin. My eyelids closed on automatic.
“Sasha!” Rory? His voice came from on top of the hill.
I opened my eyes wide and pushed against the body on top of me. He sat on top of me and covered my mouth with his hand, his other hand held both of mine above my head. The skin on his face shimmered and blurred. He leaned over me, close to my face. A thin forked tongue slithered from his mouth, licking my face.
“Sasha, are you there?” Rory shouted again from a distance.
I bucked, but to no avail. The thing’s skin turned to scales, his eyes…glowed amber, their pupils narrowed into slits like a snake. Fins grew along his forearms.
I fought, hard, struggling to free a hand and bucking to throw him off. My hand came free and I reached for the wine bottle.
Footfalls pounded down the hill, the monster glanced up. I wrapped my fingers around the neck of the wine bottle and swung. The monster’s head snapped sideways and his body fell from on top of me.
Rory stood over us. “My gods, what the hell is that thing? It attacked me and I woke up in the middle of the woods, afraid of what that thing had done to you.” He gave me a hand up.
A rancid odor burst through the air and the creature’s body sizzled, like brats on a grill.
We stepped back as it turned into bright embers and then dust. Rory pulled me into his arms as the night breeze carried the smoky particles over the water.
“That thing looked just like you. It licked me.” I yanked the bottom of my T-shirt up to wipe my face and neck.
“You couldn’t tell that thing wasn’t me?”
“It never kissed me on the lips.” And I couldn’t help but wonder what it had planned on doing with me. “What do you think its end game was with me?”
Rory took a knee and extracted a small box from his shirt pocket. “Not this.” He turned so the moonlight shone on the box and then flipped it open. A diamond sparkled. His gaze melded into mine as he asked, “Sasha, monster-slayer of All Hallow’s Eve, will you marry me?” He grinned, and then added, “Before some scary creature sweeps you off your feet?”
Unorthodox
A
Kendra Spark Novel
Kendra Spark Novel
Book One
S. Peters-Davis
Genre: Paranormal
Suspense-Thriller Romance
Suspense-Thriller Romance
with a good dollop of
Supernatural
Supernatural
Publisher: Books We Love
Publishing
Publishing
Date of Publication: September
15, 2017
15, 2017
ASIN: B073MZZPVM
ISBN 978-1-77362-303-0
Number of pages: 153 pages
Word Count: 63,000
Cover Artist: CoverUp.Net
Book
Tagline: Kendra’s ability of
communicating with the dead is requested by her FBI criminal analyst friend to
stop a killer from murdering agents.
Tagline: Kendra’s ability of
communicating with the dead is requested by her FBI criminal analyst friend to
stop a killer from murdering agents.
Series
Tagline: Kendra sees ghosts, and then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two
friends and FBI agent Derek Knight fight for justice to the victims of heinous
crimes.
Tagline: Kendra sees ghosts, and then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two
friends and FBI agent Derek Knight fight for justice to the victims of heinous
crimes.
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery
romance author and communicator with the dead, is requested to hop on the first
flight to D.C.
romance author and communicator with the dead, is requested to hop on the first
flight to D.C.
Jenna Powers, FBI criminal
analyst and estranged best friend of Kendra, gets ghosticized in a fatal
accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case.
analyst and estranged best friend of Kendra, gets ghosticized in a fatal
accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case.
Derek Knight, a dedicated FBI
Special Task Force agent, takes lead on the case.
Special Task Force agent, takes lead on the case.
The investigation into the FBI
agent killings continues as Kendra, Jenna – yes, even after death – and Derek
work together on the case before Director of the Special Task Force Jackson
Powers’ number is up. He’s Jenna’s father and the end-game of the killer’s
target list.
agent killings continues as Kendra, Jenna – yes, even after death – and Derek
work together on the case before Director of the Special Task Force Jackson
Powers’ number is up. He’s Jenna’s father and the end-game of the killer’s
target list.
Somehow the elusive killer
remains undetected, until Kendra’s unique ability produces results and a final
possibility at stopping his killing spree before it’s too late.
remains undetected, until Kendra’s unique ability produces results and a final
possibility at stopping his killing spree before it’s too late.
My Review of Unorthodox:
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery romance author sees and hears ghosts. She is requested to hop on the first flight to D.C., to help her estranged best-friend Jenna Powers, FBI criminal analyst. Jenna gets ghosticized in a fatal accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case. Derek Knight, a dedicated FBI Special Task Force agent takes lead on the case. Someone is out for revenge, but who and why? Questions Derek and Kendra must answer to stop the rising body count.
What a fresh approach to catching murderers. It’s a hoot to watch ghost Jenna gather information and share that info with Kendra who in turn tells the FBI. There’s no reason she’d know these facts. Not to mention the information gleaned from the murder victims before they go into the light. How that works makes for a fun, fast-moving, and exciting novel that I thoroughly enjoyed. It’s just the right mix of action, intrigue, and budding romance to keep you turning pages. Unorthodox is book one in the series, Malevolent, and Albatross are book 2 and 3 respectively. I look forward to reading Malevolent and Albatross in the very near future. Highly recommended for those who love a fun, light murder mystery (Yes, a murder mystery can be fun and light in case you were wondering).
5 stars
Malevolent
A
Kendra Spark Novel
Kendra Spark Novel
Book
Two
Two
S.
Peters-Davis
Peters-Davis
Genre: Supernatural,
Suspense-thriller, Romance
Suspense-thriller, Romance
Publisher: BWL Publisher
Date of Publication: August 10,
2018
2018
ASIN: B07G36D3JC
EPUB 978-0-2286-0419-8
Kindle 978-0-2286-0420-4
WEB 978-0-2286-0421-1
Amazon Print 978-0-2286-0422-8
BWL Print 978-0-2286-0423-5
Number of pages: E-book length:
150
150
Number of pages: Print length:
195
195
Word Count: 57,500
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Tagline: Trafficked girls marked to lose their souls by a malevolent
supernatural entity require someone with explicit abilities for their rescue.
Will Kendra be able to save them?
supernatural entity require someone with explicit abilities for their rescue.
Will Kendra be able to save them?
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery
writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task
Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task
Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
Jenna Powers, ghostified criminal
analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same
malevolent supernatural force.
analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same
malevolent supernatural force.
Derek Knight, lead FBI Agent on this
case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of
danger.
case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of
danger.
Kendra’s unfiltered feelings for
Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more
intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more
intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek faces uncertainties he’s
never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart
to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?
never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart
to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?
As boundless supernatural danger
intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna
realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…
intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna
realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…
Albatross
A Kendra Spark Novel
A Kendra Spark Novel
Kendra
Spark Series
Spark Series
Book
Three
Three
S.
Peters-Davis
Peters-Davis
Genre: Supernatural, Paranormal,
Suspense-Romance
Suspense-Romance
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.
Date of Publication: June 1, 2019
ISBN-10: 0228608910
ISBN-13: 978-0228608912
ASIN: B07S29TF9V
Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 60,200
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Tagline: A cold-case
investigation ends in facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.”
investigation ends in facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.”
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, Derek Knight, and
“ghosty” Jenna Powers, members of an FBI special task force, investigate a
cold-case and end up facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.” Both want Kendra for her unique abilities but might settle for Jenna
instead.
“ghosty” Jenna Powers, members of an FBI special task force, investigate a
cold-case and end up facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.” Both want Kendra for her unique abilities but might settle for Jenna
instead.
Derek stops at nothing to keep
Kendra and Jenna safe, but what if the worst-case scenario happens, an
unstoppable villain and villainess of the dark plane that picks the earth plane
as their stomping ground?
Kendra and Jenna safe, but what if the worst-case scenario happens, an
unstoppable villain and villainess of the dark plane that picks the earth plane
as their stomping ground?
About
the Author:
the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes
multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller,
especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing,
editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren,
or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller,
especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing,
editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren,
or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
As DK Davis, she also writes YA
and NA paranormal, supernatural novels that involve diverse and mature subject
matter.
and NA paranormal, supernatural novels that involve diverse and mature subject
matter.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/spdavis788
BWL Publishing Inc.: http://bookswelove.net/
BWL Blog: https://bwlauthors.blogspot.com/
BWL Author Page: http://bookswelove.net/authors/peters-davis-s-suspense-paranormal/
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Albatross, A Kendra Spark Novel by S. Peters-Davis
Give a warm welcome to S. Peters-Davis, author of Albatross, just released June 1, 2019.
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about S. Peters_Davis and Albatross, a Kendra Spark Series, Book Three.
Hello Tena and everyone visiting the Authors’ Secrets Blog:) I’m Kendra Spark of the Kendra Spark Series written by S. Peters-Davis. She’s asked me to interview Derek Knight of the same series, and my being an author/writer of mystery-suspense romance, I’ve agreed to take on the task. Hope you all enjoy this as much as I will…putting Derek on the spot in front of all of you is one sure way to get some quick, straight answers. *winks*
Derek: Well, that doesn’t excite me one bit, Kendra. These questions you’re going to ask are what we went over earlier, right? *eyes narrow*
Kendra: Of course, silly. Let’s do a little background of your younger life first. Tell us where you grew up and a little about your family.
Derek: Okay…I grew up in a small town in Southern Indiana, with three older brothers, Harry Jr., Connor, and Randy. My dad worked as a union electrician, and my mother owned and operated a bakery business she inherited from her parents. I graduated high school in 2001 with academic honors and football/baseball scholarships. Played college-level baseball.
When I was a kid, I visited a couple forensic science museums and became interested in criminology, my first steps in leading the way toward the Federal Bureau of Investigation. After I graduated college, I joined the Navy SEALs going through the specialized training and then the missions. Later, I attended Quantico and went on to other training, ending up in Washington, D.C., to work under Special Ops Task Force Director Jackson Powers.
Kendra: Wow, sounds like all work and no play. Bet that was rough on your love-life. Right? *arches a brow*
Derek: My entire family, parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law, worked hard to drop hints, line up dates, and invest time attempting to find the perfect woman for me. *shakes head and chuckles* Little did they know I would eventually work it out for myself. *winks at Kendra and smiles*
Kendra: *blushes* Oh, okay then…tell us about your job and how it currently has changed.
Derek: *big man-breath and extended sigh* I’ve been the lead on several Special Task Force cases, all under Director Powers. We’ve established the perfect team, a couple of which are two men that followed me from the SEALs team into the FBI, Ray Parker and Luke Hindalmon. We also have a gifted IT woman, Tressa Standish. Then there’s you as our ghost communicator, consultant, and interpreter for Jenna Powers, our ghostified criminal analyst who has remained earth-bound since a grave accident where she saved a child from a runaway vehicle about four weeks ago.
In the past, we worked together as a Special Ops Task Force – Violent Crimes Unit, now we’re more in line with the same set-up only we specialize in Sensitive Investigations (or as the team has come to know it – Supernatural Investigations).
Kendra: What was your last case?
Derek: We managed to survive, but I don’t want to go into graphic details of the dark forces at play as we’ve still got some work to do on sewing up some loose threads, so to speak.
Kendra: Oh,…okay. Is it true that your team has been called Warriors of the Light?
Derek: *rolls eyes* Kendra, that’s not going to be anything we call ourselves. Someone made a reference to the warriors’ thing. But we are an FBI team of specialized agents, doing what we do best, apprehending the heinous criminals and saving the innocent victims.
Kendra: Thank you, Derek. I know you’re right in the middle of another prominent case, and I appreciate your time today.
Derek: *smiles* Always and forever.
Kendra: *blushes deeper and smiles* Well, that’s it for today, everyone. Thank you again, Tena, for allowing us to post on your blog today. It’s been fantastic fun. Thank you, everyone, for stopping in – please remember to enter the drawing for your chance to win:) Have a super-fantastic summer!!
*Derek leans over and gently covers Kendra’s lips with his*
Quick reminder to all visitors – don’t forget to enter the raffle drawing before you leave:) Good Luck!!
Tell us a little about Albatross
Books three in the
Kendra Spark Series
A cold-case
investigation ends in facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.”
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.”
Kendra Spark, Derek Knight, and
“ghosty” Jenna Powers, members of an FBI special task force, investigate a
cold-case and end up facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.” Both want Kendra for her unique abilities but might settle for Jenna
instead.
“ghosty” Jenna Powers, members of an FBI special task force, investigate a
cold-case and end up facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited
police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a
spirit.” Both want Kendra for her unique abilities but might settle for Jenna
instead.
Derek stops at nothing to keep
Kendra and Jenna safe, but what if the worst-case scenario happens, an
unstoppable villain and villainess of the dark plane that picks the earth plane
as their stomping ground?
Kendra and Jenna safe, but what if the worst-case scenario happens, an
unstoppable villain and villainess of the dark plane that picks the earth plane
as their stomping ground?
Excerpt Kendra’s point of view –
The scent of
vanilla stirred the air within the bathroom. “Sparky, why aren’t you in the big
house with Derek?” Jenna, in all her ghosty-glory, got my attention using her
pet name for me, an annihilation of my last name. She leaned against the
doorjamb of Derek’s small cottage version of his home and silently tapped her
toe.
vanilla stirred the air within the bathroom. “Sparky, why aren’t you in the big
house with Derek?” Jenna, in all her ghosty-glory, got my attention using her
pet name for me, an annihilation of my last name. She leaned against the
doorjamb of Derek’s small cottage version of his home and silently tapped her
toe.
“We needed some
thought-provoking space apart.” I turned from the mirror and faced Jenna. “So,
did you honestly believe that I saw ghosts before you became one? I mean
truly.”
thought-provoking space apart.” I turned from the mirror and faced Jenna. “So,
did you honestly believe that I saw ghosts before you became one? I mean
truly.”
“Well, I called
you a few weeks ago when Dad’s life lay in peril from a psycho killer targeting
FBI agents.” Jenna tilted her head, her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Derek?”
you a few weeks ago when Dad’s life lay in peril from a psycho killer targeting
FBI agents.” Jenna tilted her head, her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Derek?”
“He continues to
struggle with what he saw at the Voodoo Re-resurrection Ritual. I mean, he
watched it, actually saw Buster, and Grandma Ellie with all of the Guardian
Angels, and the soul-lights belonging to the trafficked teens.” A deep
agonizing sigh rolled off my tongue. “You never saw any of the ghosts I did,
and yet you called me for your dad. You had to trust in my ability, right?”
struggle with what he saw at the Voodoo Re-resurrection Ritual. I mean, he
watched it, actually saw Buster, and Grandma Ellie with all of the Guardian
Angels, and the soul-lights belonging to the trafficked teens.” A deep
agonizing sigh rolled off my tongue. “You never saw any of the ghosts I did,
and yet you called me for your dad. You had to trust in my ability, right?”
“Listen, Sparky,
honestly, I called because none of the agents could get a handle on the
situation fast enough for me. My concern for Dad had driven me to make the
call. At that point, I wanted to grab at anything, including your ability, even
if I didn’t fully believe or understand it.” Jenna stepped closer, her gray and
fluorescent green running ensemble flattered her slim frame. “I’d wrap my arm
around your shoulder if I could. I still feel like I owe you an apology for so
many things, not believing in your ghost-vision is but one.”
honestly, I called because none of the agents could get a handle on the
situation fast enough for me. My concern for Dad had driven me to make the
call. At that point, I wanted to grab at anything, including your ability, even
if I didn’t fully believe or understand it.” Jenna stepped closer, her gray and
fluorescent green running ensemble flattered her slim frame. “I’d wrap my arm
around your shoulder if I could. I still feel like I owe you an apology for so
many things, not believing in your ghost-vision is but one.”
“Well, you put
on a good front for me, because in college, I never doubted your belief in me.”
on a good front for me, because in college, I never doubted your belief in me.”
Jenna chuckled.
“I thought most of what you told me related to your fiction. You were always
such a good story-teller with your wild-wacky imagination. Most of the time, I
figured you set me up for a shock-factor effect.”
“I thought most of what you told me related to your fiction. You were always
such a good story-teller with your wild-wacky imagination. Most of the time, I
figured you set me up for a shock-factor effect.”
A light rap on
the front door announced Derek, but he didn’t enter like usual. Jenna shimmered
out of sight as I strode to the door and opened it. My lips parted as I sucked
in air. Clara Jones, my literary agent…here? “How did you get this address?”
the front door announced Derek, but he didn’t enter like usual. Jenna shimmered
out of sight as I strode to the door and opened it. My lips parted as I sucked
in air. Clara Jones, my literary agent…here? “How did you get this address?”
“From your
writer friend, Sharon. I got her information from the last manuscript she sent
to me because you were here.” She peered over my shoulder, glancing around the
inside of the cottage. “Wow, now this is one hell of a writing retreat.” She
pushed past me and stood in the center of the room, gaze darting everywhere
until it settled on me. “Tell me you’ve started the first book in the series. Knixton
House is getting anxious for the media and cover art information, and since I
was in D.C., I thought I might pick it up personally.” She forced a smile. “I’m
beginning to think you’re dodging my calls and text messages.”
writer friend, Sharon. I got her information from the last manuscript she sent
to me because you were here.” She peered over my shoulder, glancing around the
inside of the cottage. “Wow, now this is one hell of a writing retreat.” She
pushed past me and stood in the center of the room, gaze darting everywhere
until it settled on me. “Tell me you’ve started the first book in the series. Knixton
House is getting anxious for the media and cover art information, and since I
was in D.C., I thought I might pick it up personally.” She forced a smile. “I’m
beginning to think you’re dodging my calls and text messages.”
Another light
rap on the door, I swung around to Derek. His smile warmed me, but his arched
brow and nod toward Clara indicated his concern.
rap on the door, I swung around to Derek. His smile warmed me, but his arched
brow and nod toward Clara indicated his concern.
“Come in and
meet my Literary Agent, Clara Jones. Clara, FBI Special Agent, Derek Knight.”
meet my Literary Agent, Clara Jones. Clara, FBI Special Agent, Derek Knight.”
“We just met.
Mr. Knight told me how to get back here.” And still, Clara moved toward him
with the speed of a booster rocket. Her hand extended and grabbed Derek’s
before he offered it. She studied Derek’s face, her gaze traveled over him,
from head to toe, until his face blazed red.
Mr. Knight told me how to get back here.” And still, Clara moved toward him
with the speed of a booster rocket. Her hand extended and grabbed Derek’s
before he offered it. She studied Derek’s face, her gaze traveled over him,
from head to toe, until his face blazed red.
He pulled his
hand from Clara’s. “Nice to meet you, again. Kendra has mentioned you.”
hand from Clara’s. “Nice to meet you, again. Kendra has mentioned you.”
Clara turned to
me. “Only mentioned?”
me. “Only mentioned?”
“We’ve been
rather busy solving FBI cases.”
rather busy solving FBI cases.”
With a poof of
vanilla, Jenna reappeared next to Clara. “Wow, she’s a looker. And damnation,
her eyes keep creeping back to Derek.” Jenna chuckled. “You’ll have to muzzle
her or wrap a blindfold around her head.”
vanilla, Jenna reappeared next to Clara. “Wow, she’s a looker. And damnation,
her eyes keep creeping back to Derek.” Jenna chuckled. “You’ll have to muzzle
her or wrap a blindfold around her head.”
I chuckled out
loud. Of course, at the worst inappropriate timing.
loud. Of course, at the worst inappropriate timing.
“I hate to cut
your visit short, Ms. Jones, but Kendra’s presence is requested at a meeting
downtown D.C., and we are running behind schedule.” Derek pressed his lips
together, tension swept along his jaw and temple.
your visit short, Ms. Jones, but Kendra’s presence is requested at a meeting
downtown D.C., and we are running behind schedule.” Derek pressed his lips
together, tension swept along his jaw and temple.
“Wait a minute,
buster. This woman already has a job.” She poked a finger in Derek’s chest. “In
fact, she’s obligated to complete that job in record-breaking time to meet the
commitment of her book contract.” Clara’s green eyes widened as she glared at
Derek.
buster. This woman already has a job.” She poked a finger in Derek’s chest. “In
fact, she’s obligated to complete that job in record-breaking time to meet the
commitment of her book contract.” Clara’s green eyes widened as she glared at
Derek.
“I think bolts
of lightning are flying from her eyeballs and striking Derek, right in the
heart, where her fingernail is buried.” Jenna grinned. “What do you think?”
of lightning are flying from her eyeballs and striking Derek, right in the
heart, where her fingernail is buried.” Jenna grinned. “What do you think?”
I forced an
exasperated breath and stepped closer to the duo. “Derek, I need some time to
talk with Clara. Can you go to the meeting without me? You can record it or
just pass on anything I should know.”
exasperated breath and stepped closer to the duo. “Derek, I need some time to
talk with Clara. Can you go to the meeting without me? You can record it or
just pass on anything I should know.”
Derek grabbed my
elbow and directed me toward the door. “She’ll be only a moment,” he said as
the door slammed behind us. We kept walking away from the cottage and around
the side of Derek’s log home. He stopped and whirled me toward him. “Why is she
here? When she knocked on my door this morning and requested you, I thought she
might be a relative.”
elbow and directed me toward the door. “She’ll be only a moment,” he said as
the door slammed behind us. We kept walking away from the cottage and around
the side of Derek’s log home. He stopped and whirled me toward him. “Why is she
here? When she knocked on my door this morning and requested you, I thought she
might be a relative.”
“I have a signed
contract to a new publishing house, and Clara’s nervous about the upcoming
deadlines. With everything going on, I haven’t told her about my decision to
stay here for a while. I’m not sure how to break my contract.” Plus, the fact
that I didn’t look forward to a face-off with Clara. I’d neglected this major
obstacle. “She has no clue about my ability, or why the FBI would use me. It’s
going to take some time to explain.”
contract to a new publishing house, and Clara’s nervous about the upcoming
deadlines. With everything going on, I haven’t told her about my decision to
stay here for a while. I’m not sure how to break my contract.” Plus, the fact
that I didn’t look forward to a face-off with Clara. I’d neglected this major
obstacle. “She has no clue about my ability, or why the FBI would use me. It’s
going to take some time to explain.”
“I’m sure the
FBI has some kind of legal documentation we can present to Clara that will
supersede your contracts.” He tilted my face upward and pulled me closer. His
lips touched mine, stealing my breath. His throaty moan electrified the beat of
my heart, and I melted against his body.
FBI has some kind of legal documentation we can present to Clara that will
supersede your contracts.” He tilted my face upward and pulled me closer. His
lips touched mine, stealing my breath. His throaty moan electrified the beat of
my heart, and I melted against his body.
Then vanilla
fluffed the air, but I ignored it.
fluffed the air, but I ignored it.
“Sparky, wrap it
up. Little Miss Nasty-Pants is on her way.” Jenna’s face appeared over Derek’s
shoulder. She winked and then vanished.
up. Little Miss Nasty-Pants is on her way.” Jenna’s face appeared over Derek’s
shoulder. She winked and then vanished.
I broke away
from Derek’s embrace. His stormy-blues smoldered.
from Derek’s embrace. His stormy-blues smoldered.
Clara flounced
around the corner and ran into Derek’s shoulder. He stood solid as she
stumbled, but then she righted herself, eyeing him and then me. “I’m not
getting a good vibe with what’s happening here, Kendra. We need to talk. In
private.” She glowered at Derek.
around the corner and ran into Derek’s shoulder. He stood solid as she
stumbled, but then she righted herself, eyeing him and then me. “I’m not
getting a good vibe with what’s happening here, Kendra. We need to talk. In
private.” She glowered at Derek.
“Get this
straightened out.” Derek’s gaze met mine, and then he moved away from Clara.
“I’ll let Director Powers know you’ve been detained. I’m sure there’s something
he can pull out of his hat to help secure your position with the FBI.”
straightened out.” Derek’s gaze met mine, and then he moved away from Clara.
“I’ll let Director Powers know you’ve been detained. I’m sure there’s something
he can pull out of his hat to help secure your position with the FBI.”
“What’s he
talking about?” Clara’s face flushed to a bright red, almost matching her hair.
talking about?” Clara’s face flushed to a bright red, almost matching her hair.
“You got time
for a coffee, maybe two? This might take a while to explain.” I nodded to Derek
as he walked away, and then slipped my arm through Clara’s. “Let’s go back to
the cottage. It comes with the best little screened-in porch, very private and
serene.”
for a coffee, maybe two? This might take a while to explain.” I nodded to Derek
as he walked away, and then slipped my arm through Clara’s. “Let’s go back to
the cottage. It comes with the best little screened-in porch, very private and
serene.”
About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes
multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller,
especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing,
editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren,
or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller,
especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing,
editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren,
or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
As DK Davis, she also writes YA
and NA paranormal, supernatural novels that involve diverse and mature subject
matter.
and NA paranormal, supernatural novels that involve diverse and mature subject
matter.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/spdavis788
BWL Publishing Inc.: http://bookswelove.net/
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Malevolent by Author S.Peters-Davis plus White Raven
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White Raven
By S. Peters-Davis
We met when I
was thirteen. The cool morning mist lifted off the water, my parents had
already launched to fish, and I was left tending the campsite. My book lay open
on the picnic table and I was totally absorbed in the paranormal romance of
shifters when a white bird the size of an eagle landed on the table in front of
me.
was thirteen. The cool morning mist lifted off the water, my parents had
already launched to fish, and I was left tending the campsite. My book lay open
on the picnic table and I was totally absorbed in the paranormal romance of
shifters when a white bird the size of an eagle landed on the table in front of
me.
It studied me,
cocking its head side to side, stepping to the right then the left of me.
cocking its head side to side, stepping to the right then the left of me.
Watching it
watch me might have been unsettling to someone else, but I found comfort with
its interest in me. I studied it right back; a Raven, only white and a huge
size, with deep purple eyes and dark lashes. So, it wasn’t an albino.
watch me might have been unsettling to someone else, but I found comfort with
its interest in me. I studied it right back; a Raven, only white and a huge
size, with deep purple eyes and dark lashes. So, it wasn’t an albino.
“Where did you
come from? You’re amazing.” My words must have startled it because it stumbled
off the table, hitting the ground with a loud thud. I shot to the other side
where it lay unconscious. “You can’t die. I’m sure you’re one of a kind.” I
touched its soft feathered head. A tingle vibrated through my fingers and up my
arm. The bird shivered and its eyes opened. “Oh, my gosh, you’re alive.”
come from? You’re amazing.” My words must have startled it because it stumbled
off the table, hitting the ground with a loud thud. I shot to the other side
where it lay unconscious. “You can’t die. I’m sure you’re one of a kind.” I
touched its soft feathered head. A tingle vibrated through my fingers and up my
arm. The bird shivered and its eyes opened. “Oh, my gosh, you’re alive.”
“And you, Lacey,
are nothing like I was told you’d be,” a masculine voice spoke inside my head.
are nothing like I was told you’d be,” a masculine voice spoke inside my head.
I jumped back
landing on my backside. My heart beat erratic as I gasped for air. We stared at
each other. “You just spoke inside my head. You know my name.” I croaked the
words, still working to breathe. “What are you?”
landing on my backside. My heart beat erratic as I gasped for air. We stared at
each other. “You just spoke inside my head. You know my name.” I croaked the
words, still working to breathe. “What are you?”
* * *
Blaze glared at
me in the moonlight, his purple eyes glowed. “What are you doing? You’re
supposed to be practicing.” His straight white hair fluttered around his broad
shoulders, his lips pinched together. “You’re eighteen and should have full
access to your powers. Now is when you need to be trained.”
me in the moonlight, his purple eyes glowed. “What are you doing? You’re
supposed to be practicing.” His straight white hair fluttered around his broad
shoulders, his lips pinched together. “You’re eighteen and should have full
access to your powers. Now is when you need to be trained.”
We stood on the
edge of a Picture Rock cliff, he expected me to jump, gain my wings and fly.
Only I’d never flown on my own, even though I could make feathers appear
randomly on my body, it wasn’t like launching myself into the abyss of Lake
Superior just to prove I can’t fly. He swore the full moon would give me
insight on what would happen if I jumped off the cliff, but I definitely wasn’t
feeling it.
edge of a Picture Rock cliff, he expected me to jump, gain my wings and fly.
Only I’d never flown on my own, even though I could make feathers appear
randomly on my body, it wasn’t like launching myself into the abyss of Lake
Superior just to prove I can’t fly. He swore the full moon would give me
insight on what would happen if I jumped off the cliff, but I definitely wasn’t
feeling it.
“Come on, Lacey.
Your parents were strong flyers, both of them. You’ve spent too much time with
the human family and lost your instinct to the Avian way.” He stepped closer,
his palm rubbed across my shoulder blade, warming my insides and making me feel
safe. “It takes a nice dose of adrenaline to get those natural abilities firing
through your system.” He shoved me and I tripped off the ledge.
Your parents were strong flyers, both of them. You’ve spent too much time with
the human family and lost your instinct to the Avian way.” He stepped closer,
his palm rubbed across my shoulder blade, warming my insides and making me feel
safe. “It takes a nice dose of adrenaline to get those natural abilities firing
through your system.” He shoved me and I tripped off the ledge.
The moonlit
water was not my friend. I closed my eyes. The rocks below would kiss me dead.
water was not my friend. I closed my eyes. The rocks below would kiss me dead.
My body jolted
as his talons slipped around my upper arms. I opened my eyes, his strong wings
worked to save us from the crashing waves and rocks.
as his talons slipped around my upper arms. I opened my eyes, his strong wings
worked to save us from the crashing waves and rocks.
He sighed.
“Enough for tonight, we’ll try something else tomorrow.” He flew toward the
forest.
“Enough for tonight, we’ll try something else tomorrow.” He flew toward the
forest.
Blaze had
introduced me to the Avian race of people on my sixteenth birthday. They told
me that I looked like my mother, who I’d never met. They also spoke of my
parents as royalty, which made me giggle. My parents had left me, a newborn, at
the campsite of a human couple. Perhaps to save me from the hunter that had
killed them. My human parents never shared I wasn’t biologically theirs.
introduced me to the Avian race of people on my sixteenth birthday. They told
me that I looked like my mother, who I’d never met. They also spoke of my
parents as royalty, which made me giggle. My parents had left me, a newborn, at
the campsite of a human couple. Perhaps to save me from the hunter that had
killed them. My human parents never shared I wasn’t biologically theirs.
My ventures with
Blaze and our people were in secret. The more I learned about our kind, the
more difficult it became to live in the human world. Especially knowing my
aging process had slowed, upon turning eighteen I aged one year for every one
hundred human years.
Blaze and our people were in secret. The more I learned about our kind, the
more difficult it became to live in the human world. Especially knowing my
aging process had slowed, upon turning eighteen I aged one year for every one
hundred human years.
But perhaps part
of my draw to the changeling world was Blaze. He knew me like no other.
of my draw to the changeling world was Blaze. He knew me like no other.
Blaze flew us
deep into the forest, where our people lived in a small village settlement far
off the beaten path, a place no human would ever consider living. He set me on
my feet outside his home then he changed into human form. He’d insisted as my
mentor and protector that I stayed with him.
deep into the forest, where our people lived in a small village settlement far
off the beaten path, a place no human would ever consider living. He set me on
my feet outside his home then he changed into human form. He’d insisted as my
mentor and protector that I stayed with him.
“Maybe you
should change out of that tiny bathing suit.” His gaze wove a web of sparking
prickles from my chest to my toes and back again and then our gazes connected.
Those sparks on the outside of my skin scurried into my veins like a hyper-wave
of lava. He stepped closer, his head tilted toward me, breath brushing my lips.
should change out of that tiny bathing suit.” His gaze wove a web of sparking
prickles from my chest to my toes and back again and then our gazes connected.
Those sparks on the outside of my skin scurried into my veins like a hyper-wave
of lava. He stepped closer, his head tilted toward me, breath brushing my lips.
I lifted my face
toward him, my heart spiraling, eyes closing.
toward him, my heart spiraling, eyes closing.
He kissed my
forehead. “Go, change, sleep. We’ll start again tomorrow.”
forehead. “Go, change, sleep. We’ll start again tomorrow.”
My spiraling
heart dropped as if knocked-out with a punch. I opened my eyes and watched him
walk into the house, no need for lights with our excellent night vision.
heart dropped as if knocked-out with a punch. I opened my eyes and watched him
walk into the house, no need for lights with our excellent night vision.
My human mother
came to mind. She had worried about my deep teal colored eyes and the distance
I could see…miles away. I learned at ten years old to keep certain things to
myself after running through a ton of tests. Thankfully she kept me from
becoming a lab rat. I never shared my ultra-fine hearing or my ability to feel
the minutest vibrations of insects and small creatures.
came to mind. She had worried about my deep teal colored eyes and the distance
I could see…miles away. I learned at ten years old to keep certain things to
myself after running through a ton of tests. Thankfully she kept me from
becoming a lab rat. I never shared my ultra-fine hearing or my ability to feel
the minutest vibrations of insects and small creatures.
Like now.
Vibrations and sound, snapping branches and twigs, I scanned into the forest at
my left.
Vibrations and sound, snapping branches and twigs, I scanned into the forest at
my left.
A gun fired. I
saw the flame, fumes ripened the air. I sensed the vibration of the bullet as
it passed my shoulder and slammed into the side of Blaze’s home.
saw the flame, fumes ripened the air. I sensed the vibration of the bullet as
it passed my shoulder and slammed into the side of Blaze’s home.
“Umph.” His
groan echoed in my head, then a thud loud enough to be his body.
groan echoed in my head, then a thud loud enough to be his body.
My heart hummed,
blood pumping through my veins with force. I stretched tall, my body automated.
My bones and muscles snapped into a new place. I stared downward at talons
instead of toes.
blood pumping through my veins with force. I stretched tall, my body automated.
My bones and muscles snapped into a new place. I stared downward at talons
instead of toes.
Another shot
fired, again just missing me. My wingspan freaked me out momentarily, wider
than Blaze’s, and brindle in colored. I lifted effortlessly into the air,
soaring around tree branches, ascending then diving, hearing the ragged breath
of the hunter. He was reloading his firearm.
fired, again just missing me. My wingspan freaked me out momentarily, wider
than Blaze’s, and brindle in colored. I lifted effortlessly into the air,
soaring around tree branches, ascending then diving, hearing the ragged breath
of the hunter. He was reloading his firearm.
His look of
surprise told me he’d never heard my approach. I knocked him down, used my
talons to grab his gun and snap the night vision goggles from his face. The
Avians swarmed overhead, all sizes, ascending and lifting the unconscious
hunter. With flying stealth, they carried him away.
surprise told me he’d never heard my approach. I knocked him down, used my
talons to grab his gun and snap the night vision goggles from his face. The
Avians swarmed overhead, all sizes, ascending and lifting the unconscious
hunter. With flying stealth, they carried him away.
I flew back to
Blaze’s home; the door was open. My body morphed into human form as soon as I
landed. Arianna, the Avian medic, was already leaning over his prone body, her
glowing hands spread across his abdomen.
Blaze’s home; the door was open. My body morphed into human form as soon as I
landed. Arianna, the Avian medic, was already leaning over his prone body, her
glowing hands spread across his abdomen.
“How is he?” I
ran to his side. His eyes were closed. “Is he unconscious?”
ran to his side. His eyes were closed. “Is he unconscious?”
She stared at me
with a look of awe. “You are the one.”
with a look of awe. “You are the one.”
Not the response
I expected, nor a clue on what it meant.
I expected, nor a clue on what it meant.
Blaze shuddered,
his eyes opened. “Lacey?”
his eyes opened. “Lacey?”
“I’m here. It
was a hunter. He’s been removed from the area. How are you feeling?” I brushed
a tendril of hair from his eyes. My fingers vibrated at the touch of his skin.
was a hunter. He’s been removed from the area. How are you feeling?” I brushed
a tendril of hair from his eyes. My fingers vibrated at the touch of his skin.
Arianna slid her
hands away and inspected the area. A bullet clinked on the wooden floor. “Looks
like you’re going to make it, my King.”
hands away and inspected the area. A bullet clinked on the wooden floor. “Looks
like you’re going to make it, my King.”
My King? I’d
never heard anyone call Blaze that before.
never heard anyone call Blaze that before.
“A little rest
ought to finish the tissue healing.” Arianna rose from the floor, pocketing the
bullet, and reached out a hand. I did the same and we both helped Blaze to his
feet.
ought to finish the tissue healing.” Arianna rose from the floor, pocketing the
bullet, and reached out a hand. I did the same and we both helped Blaze to his
feet.
“What happened?”
His eyes narrowed, brows drawing inward.
His eyes narrowed, brows drawing inward.
“Your owling came
into her own. She protected first and foremost, like a true leader, my King.”
Arianna bowed her head toward Blaze, then to me, and said, “We’re honored by
your presence.”
into her own. She protected first and foremost, like a true leader, my King.”
Arianna bowed her head toward Blaze, then to me, and said, “We’re honored by
your presence.”
I shook my head
in disbelief, not quite sure what she was talking about. Nor why she was
calling Blaze “my King.”
in disbelief, not quite sure what she was talking about. Nor why she was
calling Blaze “my King.”
Blaze’s wide
smile took my breath away, and as his gaze connected with mine my brain stopped
considering anything else.
smile took my breath away, and as his gaze connected with mine my brain stopped
considering anything else.
“You morphed?”
He pulled me in, wrapping his arms around me. I nodded. “You morphed,” he
whispered.
He pulled me in, wrapping his arms around me. I nodded. “You morphed,” he
whispered.
Arianna clicked
the door shut on her quick exit.
the door shut on her quick exit.
Blaze tilted my
chin up. “You have no idea how long we’ve waited; I’ve waited. Your timing is
perfect, my Queen.” He closed the gap between our lips, crushing mine to his in
a smolder of passion.
chin up. “You have no idea how long we’ve waited; I’ve waited. Your timing is
perfect, my Queen.” He closed the gap between our lips, crushing mine to his in
a smolder of passion.
I held his face
between my palms, our chests pressed together and our heart rhythms matched as
one.
between my palms, our chests pressed together and our heart rhythms matched as
one.
Tell us a little about Malevolent – A Kendra Spark Novel –Book Two
Trafficked girls marked to lose their souls by a malevolent supernatural entity require someone with explicit abilities for their rescue. Will Kendra be able to save them?
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
Jenna Powers, ghostified criminal analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same malevolent supernatural force.
Derek Knight, lead FBI Agent on this case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of danger.
Kendra’s unfiltered feelings for Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek faces uncertainties he’s never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?
As boundless supernatural danger intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…
About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/spdavis788
BWL Author Page: http://bookswelove.net/authors/peters-davis-s-suspense-paranormal/
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